Once the convoy passed, an inconspicuous pickup truck slowly followed behind. Because it hadn't undergone special modifications, driving too fast on this icy road would only result in a rollover.
There were only two people in the car. Xu Qigang was driving, fully focused, with tightly pressed lips and eyes sharp as a hawk's.
Renault sat in the passenger seat, gripping the overhead handle tightly, constantly observing the surroundings.
Their clothes were somewhat tattered, clearly showing they had just been through a fierce battle.
"Captain." Renault hesitated, worried that speaking might distract Xu Qigang from driving, displaying a conflicted expression.
"Speak if you have something to say."
